My heart is racing, feelings confused
Wishing I could help him see this through
No matter what, nothing I do will ease his suffering
All he has are the memories of who he was, and how it used to be
He brings his hands together and begins to pray for this to be an end to his constant misery
The cross he bears around his neck (the cross he bears
The only thing that comforts him (what else is left?)
And so he prays for this to end (what else is left?)
A shadow of his former self
Tired and weakened now, demons are his only company
So, give up the ghost
Ten years shy of a century
All he has left are the memories of who he was and how it used to be
Pray for this to be the end of his constant suffering
Pointless at best, no means to an end, his hands to his head, he prays for the end to this nightmare
All he has left are the memories